Have you ever noticed how, sometimes, life can throw you a curve ball? Sometimes you strike out, and some times you hit a homer (Doh!). The following story is my example.
My husband, Tom and I lived a normal life, both of us fairly active, hard working people. He is a computer analysis expert, retired from the army, and I am in the travel business. I have four close friends, of which two are married. We all work in the same circle, and that is how we met.
Sally, like myself, is a travel agent, and Becky works for a world wide hotel chain. Darcy is an executive with a large airline, and Donna is a public relations specialist, who works closely with our government. We always use each other in the course of day to day business, on a "You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours" basis.
One day, over lunch, we decided to scratch our own backs, and have some fun. We pooled all of our resources together, and planned the ultimate vacation. We would be our own tour group, and head to Europe for a couple of weeks. Thanks to our connections, we would fly first class, stay in the best hotels, and see whatever we wanted, without restrictions. And at a fraction of what it would normally cost.
From our experience, we decided to plan our visit around France. The best hotels, and of course, the best restaurants would be there. Not to mention the shopping! From there, we could travel to wherever we desired. Sally always had several tours going there at any given time, so we could tag along with them if we wanted. We would just play it by ear.
Everything went like clockwork, because we have done this countless times for our customers, and knew what was expected. The flight was perfect, and the limo was waiting, just as we had planned. The hotel was better than we had hoped for, and even the weather was cooperating nicely.
On the morning of the fourth day, we stood in the hotel lobby, deciding what we wanted to do, when one of Sally's tour guides came walking in. It was an unexpected surprise, and Sally made the introductions.
"So, what have you got going today?" Sally asked her smartly dressed friend.
"I have a golf tour today. A bunch of rich guys want to play the finest courses in Europe, and I'm here to pick them up." You could see the drool on the guy's faces when she mentioned golf. "I would love to invite you guys, but I only have two seats left." she said, as the disappointment crossed their faces.
"Hey, why don't you guys go?" Tom said, "I don't know the first thing about the game, and you guys would have fun!"
"Are you sure?" Sally's husband said, hoping he was.
"Of course! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!" Tom said as he nudged them towards the bus. They hardly said "bye" to their wives, and were sprinting for the bus.
"We planned to go shopping, did you want to tag along?" I asked Tom, now that he was the only guy in our group.
"Nah, I think I'll go souvenir shopping." he responded.
"OK, how about we meet for lunch, at say...one o'clock?"
"Sure, where?"
"How about the bistro across the street? The food is supposed to be fantastic, and they speak English."
"Perfect! See you ladies in a few hours!" And with that, he turned and headed out the revolving doors, the girls all watching his cute butt as he left.
"Wow, it's a good thing your husband doesn't golf, that worked out nicely!" Darcy said, after he disappeared from sight.
"Are you kidding?" I said, "He loves golf. He goes nuts if he doesn't get to whack a ball at least once a week."
"Then what was that all about?" Becky asked, now feeling bad that her husband got to go.
"That's just the way he is. He would do anything to see his friends have a good time, even if it means missing out himself."
"Wow! what a guy! Can I borrow him for say...twenty years or so?" Becky asked. We all laughed. I am not at all jealous, even though I have the greatest guy in the world.
"But your married!" I said.
"So what? I want yours!" she kidded.
"So do we!" the others chimed in. Tom and I have an adequate sex life, nothing weird or kinky, but sometimes we do think about experimenting. I tease him by telling him I'm going to invite one or more of the girls over for an orgy. He just laughs, but I know he wouldn't mind, as my friends are all in pretty good shape, even if two of them are married. Maybe someday we can play around, and see what happens, but right now I'm going shopping!
We had a great time, and spent tons of money buying things we just had to have. The morning passed quickly, and we headed back towards the bistro across from our hotel. We weren't there long before Tom showed up and took his seat next to me.
"I thought you went souvenir shopping?" I asked, as he sat down empty handed.
"I did. I just took everything back to our room so I wouldn't have to lug it around with me."
All of us girls felt stupid, as we sat there amid piles of Gucci bags and boxes. But then, he was always the smart one. He quickly broke the silence, as he saw the look on our faces.
"So, what did you guys buy?" he asked, trying to peek in the bags. That was all it took, and soon the girls were digging around, fishing out the stuff they could show without embarrassment. It seemed they had a problem showing him the crotch less panties, and lace bras, but he seemed to sense what they had hidden and didn't probe.
Something caught his eye as we sat there, and I could tell he was bothered by it.
"What is it, honey?" I whispered.
"It's probably nothing." he said calmly, keeping an eye towards the street. In the army he was in Special Ops, and could smell danger. I knew something was up, but didn't let on to the others. Tom was moving in his chair, just slightly, and my heart started beating faster. There was a commotion outside, and in an instant, Tom leaped across the table, knocking glasses and dishes off. Before any of us could react, a blinding flash filled the room, followed by a deafening roar. In just a few seconds, it was over, and people were running outside in panic. I looked back at the girls, who sat there in shock. Donna's leg was bleeding, and my arm was singed from the blast, otherwise we were OK.
"Wow, Tom, what just happened?" I asked, but he didn't answer. Now I panicked. "Tom! are you OK?" He lay there bleeding and semi conscious. Before I knew it, medics were there loading him onto a stretcher. As they put him in the ambulance, I told him I would be at the hospital as soon as I found the guys. He looked at me, and squeezed my hand.
"No, I'm sure they haven't finished the back nine yet." was all he could get out before the sedatives kicked in.
It turns out he spotted a suspicious looking guy pacing back and forth outside. He was a terrorist, who threw a bomb into the restaurant. The police cornered him and shot him, so we will never know exactly why he did it. All we know is that Tom risked his own life to save ours, as he threw himself between us and the bomb. Donna needed a couple of stitches, and I had a minor powder burn, but Tom was hit the hardest.
We just got back home, and Tom was flown directly to the army hospital, where he would stay for the next week and a half.
"I have good news, and I have bad news." the doctor said as we sat in his office. "The bad news is that Tom has lost his vision, and the use of his arms." I could feel the tears starting to well up, as I gripped the arms of the chair. "But the good news is that we think it is only temporary. Both maladies were caused by nerve damages in the brain, but they are the regenerative type, and we have already seen some progress."
They sent Tom home because he was stable, and getting restless in the hospital. I was given instructions on how to take care of him. Because his body is working so hard to regenerate itself, he would sweat a lot. I was to give him sponge baths often, but at the same time, I was to stimulate his muscles, to induce the healing process, and to prevent atrophy. The bandages could come off his head, but he still couldn't see. I spent the next few days round the clock with him, but he said I fussed too much. As I unpacked our stuff from the vacation, I found the bag of souvenirs he had bought. Wondering what he had found, I began pulling the stuff out. Each item was wrapped in a bag with someone's name on it. He had bought something for everyone in our party, except himself. That's when I made a decision. I marched upstairs to our bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Tom, are you awake?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, in fact, I've slept too much already." He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down.
"You are not to get up! Doctor's orders." I said, as I grabbed a wet washcloth and dabbed his forehead. "I need to get back to work." I told him.
"That's fine! I can do all right here by myself." He said.
"No, you can't. That's why I have arranged help for you while I'm gone." I pulled the sheet back, and dabbed the sweat from his well toned body. "And no arguments! It's already a done deal." I said, as I noticed his cock twitch when I wiped around it. That reminded me that I had to make another phone call. I covered him back up, gave him his medication, and slipped downstairs to use the phone in the kitchen.
"Yes, Dr. Drake please." Even though the meds should help him sleep, I spoke softly so he wouldn't hear me. "Hi Dr. Drake, this is Tom's wife...oh no, he seems to be doing fine...yes I am...but I was wondering...er...what about sex?...oh great!...thank you Dr....OK, I will...Ok, bye!" Now to start giving back to the man who had given everything.
"OK Tom, I'm off to work! Are you sure you're going to be OK?" I asked.
"Is it morning already? Yeah, yeah..go! I'll be fine!" he said. I gave him his meds, and left the room.
He awoke a few hours later to a cool washcloth being wiped across his face.
